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Okay bit of fun. Experiment if you like. Often in the blogosphere a story is started and then the challenge is to continue it in the comments.
Let's try it here, where I know a lot of writers hang out, and see what we end up with.
Word Limit per comment is 250.
Have a go, even if you don't consider yourself a writer. Just read the piece below, then continue reading the story in the comments and then add your bit to follow on from where the last comment has left the story.
Best contribution to the story wins themselves a £40 amazon voucher! (or $80)
Ready? Here we go ...
Sean Deep’s vintage car stood out from the madness of blind traffic around him like Braille for those with eyes to see such wonder. Sean’s head span; his car kept traction on the sheen of water as he headed to his local garage. He looked at the railway track bisecting his path: a gantlet challenging him to duel engines with guts of steel. A pedestrian slipped passed the descending barriers. Sean stopped; the wake of water behind his tyres became still.
He tapped his last cigarette out from the packet on the dash.
‘Be still my world,’ he said. He lit the cigarette and flipped closed his silver lighter.
Windows flashed by as the train clattered on the old tracks. Smoke rose before the electric train. Sean pulled down on the grab handle beside his head as if an emergency stop chord for the train before him.
The flashing lights of the crossing lit Sean’s stubble. Blue eyes became red, then blue again.
‘If I ran alongside the night train it would appear to be still,’ thought Sean. He got out of his car and watched the train shoot away to hit timetable targets.
The barriers rose, allowing the release of twitching brakes. The driver behind Sean blasted his horn.
Continued in the comments ...